Oh I hate drawing celebrities. Chances are, they will look better in all the shots we can find on the internet than on some lame mimic drawing. Ugh. So why I've attempted to draw Keith Moon? I wanted a subject I love for a quick sketch on the iPad, and an hour later, I am winding up with an approximation -- though I loved using the technical pen stroke in Procreate.
And blah. Trying to cross hatch on the screen of the iPad is not ideal. But my paper was upstairs. I had not drawn anything for days, and I needed to just draw something. Anything. Dogs. They're always my favorite. I did try to draw a car or two tonight but they looked like crap, and I wasn't going to post that kind of crap.
Is the way I watch it: by just listening to it, while doodling. Years ago, these kinds of little dudes was all I drew. I hardly did anything from real life. I'm glad I got out of it because I was just repeating myself, page after page.
I wasn't planning on drawing last night -- and go figure, those are the best kind of drawings. Not necessarily in terms of finished product but in terms of process. We were watching a (moderately captivating, obviously) TV show on Netflix when the teachings of Liz Steel came to mind. I know Liz didn't mean to teach me anything, but the few hours I spent with her in NYC were some of the most enlightening I have had in a long time. So last night, instead of focusing on the TV, my eyes wandered to the lines of the living room and next thing you know, the iPad that was lying next to me was on my lap and I was making lines.
Earlier that evening, I was playing my usual rounds on Draw Something and I had to draw Tigger. My daughter's very first word :-)
I must have talked about this before, but one has to tilt one's head to the right to read the spine of an English-speaking book, and to the left for books published in France. It makes for some goofy shelves. These are some of Nora's books -- her own little bilingual library downstairs. Procreate app for the iPad.
I am not sure if these citronella candles really work. Bugs seem to always want to make contact. We have a new patio now (thanks to the awe-inspiring carpentry skills of my husband) and we sit in the evening under our new pergola. Life after 8PM is pretty sweet these days.